by Silke Ming
She was disappointed and felt cheated.
“I’m sorry, Summer. You really excited me. I’m going to finish you,” he said.
He ran his fingers up and down her cleft and caressed her until she came. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that Lana’s head had fallen to the side and she remained in that position for a few minutes. The burning in her loins temporarily satisfied, Lana looked into the mirror, tidied her hair and repaired her lipstick. After a final glance in the mirror, she turned the engine on and drove away, her hair blowing in the wind.
“I’ll make it up to you later,” he said, his hand still between her thighs.
He spun her around and took her breast his mouth. She gasped loudly, for such was the tornado of pleasure still surging through her body. When it was over, she suddenly felt ashamed.
Chapter Five
“I am sorry about what happened earlier,” Summer said, now feeling a little embarrassed about their encounter. “I have never allowed anyone do that to me.”
“Do what?”
“You know what I mean. We have only known each other for a few months.”
He started to laugh.
“We are two consenting adults. I find you attractive, and I think you feel the same way about me.”
He opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, and handed her one.
“Lovely bouquet,” he said, raising the glass to his nose.
She took a sip and agreed with him.
“Are you angry with me?” he asked.
“I have no reason to be angry. I’m sorry if I infringed on your private life.”
“You didn’t infringe on my life. I left you frustrated, didn’t I? I didn’t live up to my promise. I let you down.”
“You did no such thing,” she protested. “I got carried away by self-importance. I should’ve stayed in my place and done the job I came here to do.”
“Nonsense,” he replied. “It’s my fault. I find myself totally drawn to you. Just looking at you makes my body sizzle,” he said, hugging her from behind.
“Who is she?”
“It’s complicated.”
“I’m sure that it is, but I think I’m intelligent enough to understand.”
“Her name is Lana Podesta.”
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“No,” he said, laughing. “I met Lana and her husband at one of my early art exhibitions. That was a long time ago. They liked my work and bought two of my paintings on the very first day. I was a struggling artist back then, and he was a wealthy politician. We became friends and he became my financial backer, and that was when it all started. She was a very attractive woman, and she began to throw herself at me,” he said nonchalantly.
“So you took her to bed?”
“Yes, I’m only human. She was older and very attractive. I was young and I loved the attention she showered on me.”
“What about her husband? He was also very good to you.”
“That’s true. I was young and virile with a tremendously big ego. An attractive woman was beckoning me into her bed, and I just couldn’t say no. He provides her with the money, and I provide her with the sexual stimulation.”
“Suppose he finds out about the two of you?”
“Let’s change the subject,” he said. “After Lana’s interruption this afternoon, I have no desire to talk about them.”
“Okay,” she replied.
“How soon will dinner be ready?”
“In about an hour.”
“I’ll be in my studio. Please call me when you’re ready,” he said, already halfway up the stairs.
A plethora of emotions came over her. She had only known Seamus Balsam for about six months and she was already falling in love with him. She wanted more of him. She loved his smell, and his touch excited her. Her body felt as if it would ignite in flames whenever he touched her. She, however, wanted to hear more about Lana Podesta and her wealthy politician husband, but he was not in the mood for the discussion. She was on her third glass of wine, and knew that if he approached her again, there was no way she could say no to him.
* * * *
Dinner was ready and she called out to him.
“Be there in a moment.”
When he entered the dining room, he immediately refilled both glasses. His attention was directed at her as she sat across from him, a little inebriated.
“Everything looks appetizing, including you.”
“Thank you.”
“Cheers,” he said, reaching out and clinking his glass against hers.
“How is your salmon?” she asked, her words slurring slightly.
“Perfect, just like the beautiful lady who prepared it.”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”
“Then I won’t flatter you anymore, because I really want to get somewhere with you.”
They continued to chat and play mind games with each other until dinner was over. He got up and pushed a Marvin Gaye CD into the CD player, and they listened to one of his greatest hits, “Sexual Healing.” It was obvious he cared for that kind of music, and it was also clear they both had had too much to drink. The atmosphere was ripe for sex. He left the table with the second empty bottle and returned with a third.
“Tell me if you like this one. It’s a full-bodied Chilean.”
“Cheers,” they both said, clinking their glasses again.
“How about something sweet?” she asked with a giggle.
“Are you talking about dessert? I’ll take whatever you offer, although I’m sure my dessert of choice is not on the list.”
Ignoring him, she cleared the table and returned from the kitchen with two bowls of chocolate pudding. Seamus was nowhere in sight. Perhaps he went to take a call, although she hadn’t heard the telephone ring. She sat down and awaited his return before starting. Something was slowly moving up her leg. She sat still as it continued up her thighs and fondled her clit through her underwear. She closed her eyes and placed a spoonful of dessert on her tongue and slowly let it slip down her throat.
“Relax and enjoy it,” the voice called out from under the table.
He pushed her legs apart and pulled her underwear to the side, and his warm tongue brushed against her clit. She slid down in her chair, excitement filling every cavity in her body.
“Beautiful! Are you still eating your dessert?”
“Uhhhh,” she replied.
He injected two fingers into her, and her body slid farther down on the chair. They moved in and out, setting her body on fire. Inebriated and hot with lust, her hands moved up to her breasts. She lifted her blouse and released the clasp on her bra, exposing her two full, luscious breasts. She kneaded them roughly, her head on the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling.
“Do you like it?” he whispered as his fingers continued to pleasure her.
Her buttocks lifted, and his lips and tongue found sanctuary between her thighs. A rush of euphoria came over her, and her body moved with a sense of urgency. Moans and groans came from her lips, and her mouth opened wide, but no sound escaped her lips. She lay back prostrate on the chair, seemingly unaware of everything going on around her, and then her hips bounced like a rubber ball. Up and down. Up and down. He pulled her underwear farther to the side and took her fully in his mouth. He kept lapping her wetness and sucked her until she came, making inaudible sounds and calling out his name.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, crawling from under the table and kissing her on the lips.
She could only open her eyes and smile. There were all kinds of emotions going on in her head. Pleasure, lust, arousal, submission, and desire.
“I’m not finished,” he said, fondling his erection.
He lifted her limp body from the chair and guided her up the flight of stairs. Kicking the door open, he placed her on the bed, turned on the light, and quickly disrobed. His member stood bolt upright, dancing in anticipation. It weaved back and forth like a boxer, waiting for the right momen
t to land that lucky punch.
“I don’t want you to wear these anymore,” he said, pulling her underwear over her feet. “That’s an order.”
“Is that in my work contract?” she asked in a half-drunken voice.
“Is this in the contract?” he asked, running his fingers around on her nipples, his eyes filled with lust.
“You are torturing me.”
“I haven’t begun to torture you yet,” he said, pulling at the blouse which was now entangled with her bra.
Every piece of clothing lay strewn across the bedroom floor, and the two naked opponents now looked longingly at each other. She couldn’t wait to have him deep inside her, and he couldn’t wait to give it to her. Her body moved invitingly as she looked longingly at his bobbing erection. He grabbed one of the curtain tassels which hung from the finial, and placed one of her legs in it then did the same with the other leg.
“Such a beautiful sight,” he said, fondling his massive cock. “There is so much I want to do to you now.”
He placed his tongue gently on her clit, and her body shook. His fingers excited her as they gently moved spiderlike all over her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head as euphoria consumed her body. He ran his tongue between her legs, from the bottom to the top and back again. Her body stiffened, and her legs, still bound by the tassels, could only widen while he continued his onslaught.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he whispered as he continued to caress her with his fingers.
“Anything,” she replied. “Anything!”
“That’s not an answer. Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“I want you to…”
She stopped midsentence.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, slipping a second finger inside and moving it around. “I know you want me. Your pussy is wet.”
“It feels so good.”
“Then tell me what you want. Say it to me,” he insisted.
Standing at the bottom of the bed, one hand massaging his swollen erection, he gazed hungrily at the ambrosia laid out before him.
“Shall I fuck you?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“Then say the magic word. What else can I do to make you happy?” he asked, dragging a pillow and placing it under her buttocks.
He rubbed his swollen, throbbing cock around her entrance, and her body stiffened.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, moving up and rubbing it against her clit.
“Uhhhhhh!” she moaned.
“If you want it, you must beg for it,” he said. “Come on. Beg for it.”
“I want to feel your cock inside me.
“Oh yeesss!” he called out. “Say it again.
“I want your cock inside me,” she repeated.
He took a condom from his dresser drawer, and she watched impatiently as he rolled it on, just barely fitting.
“I’ll give it to you,” he said, forcing his enormous cock slowly into her.
There was a feeling of fullness as her walls stretched to accommodate him. It fit snugly inside her, and she squeezed her muscles tightly around it.
“Do that again,” he whispered. “You’re so tight.”
Inaudible sounds came from them both. He worked his prick into her like a plunger, driving her to the edge of madness. In and out and in and out. He stood up to better observe the action, and it seemed as if she had worked herself into a trance. In! Out! In! Out! Her muscles tightened around him then released him.
“Don’t come,” he said, trying to remain still.
“I can’t hold it any longer.”
He slowly withdrew his penis, climbed up to her mouth, and kissed her. His tongue explored inside her mouth, and she sucked greedily on it. Slowly he climbed down again, and with a quick thrust, he rammed his delicious cock into her. Her body stiffened and she reached out to him.
“Like it?” he asked, staring into her face.
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely audible.
His hips started to move in a circular motion as he lunged back and forth into her. Their bodies moved in unison as the sweet smell of lust permeated the air.
“Look what are you doing to me,” he whispered. “Don’t come. Not yet.”
“I can’t wait,” she said as her body broke into spasms. I’m coming.”
“Come, baby,” he said as his rhythm picked up pace. “Come. Let it out.”
She clung to him as the last sweet ripple of satisfaction surged through her tired body, and he came, pounding into her, as her strung-up body finally relaxed and all the weight rested on her shoulders. He finally released her legs and lay on top of her, holding her.
“I just can’t get enough of you.”
She smiled with him.
“I’m going to fuck you again,” he said, sucking on her lower lip. “Tell me you want me to do it again.”
“Yes.”
Chapter Six
Opening her eyes to the sound of something tapping against window, Summer realized that she was alone. Seamus was nowhere in sight. She turned her aching head and squinted at the ray of sunlight forcing its way through the porthole, and there she saw the culprit. It was a woodpecker working diligently on the tree next to the window. That accounted for the noise which had awakened her. She tried to sit up, but her head was throbbing violently.
“Dear God,” she whispered, looking around for her watch.
It was eight fifteen, and she should have been up a long time ago. The events of the previous evening went through her head, and as she scrambled downstairs to her bathroom to take a shower, she felt the ache between her legs. Yes, she had been fucked! Where was he, she wondered? She peered out the bathroom porthole to see if his car was there, but from that side of the house could not see the part of the driveway where he usually parked his car. After a cool shower to soothe her aching body, she stumbled back to her bedroom where she found a cup of coffee sitting on her dresser. She left the bedroom, sipping it when she heard his voice.
“How do you feel this morning?”
She looked up to see him looking down from the second floor, dressed in his long cream apron. She wondered if there was anything under it.
“I’ve felt better. How do you feel?”
“As if I’ve been run over by a truck, but I’ve got a lot to do today. When you’re finished whatever you’re doing, come up and see me.”
Wow! He was actually inviting her into his inner sanctum. The secrets would now be revealed.
“Drink lots of water. It will make you feel better.”
Climbing the stairs slowly, she looked into the bedroom where he had ravished her body the previous evening. The bed was still in disarray, and the two curtain tassels still hung halfway down the bedposts.
“Seamus,” she called out.
“Come on up.”
She stepped cautiously inside a room which reminded her of a museum. There were paintings everywhere, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary to warrant her being banished. There was a portrait of a woman who resembled Lana Podesta, but she was not sure and didn’t ask. On an easel was a work in progress. It was the nude painting of a young girl. There were no facial features, but it seemed that all it needed were the finishing touches.
“Did someone sit for this one?”
“Yes, that is Rachel.”
“Rachel?” she asked.
“The young girl from the mom-and-pop store,” he replied.
“You asked me to come up here,” she said abruptly.
“No, Summer. I have never slept with her. My interest in her is solely this,” he said, pointing to the painting on the easel.
“In addition, you could be arrested.”
“No I wouldn’t. She has just turned nineteen. You said you were quite adept with computers.”
“Yes.”
“I want to have all these paintings catalogued by the end of the week. Do you think you can do that?”
“Of course I can.”
To
day he was all business. He didn’t seem like the man to whom she had bared her body and the man who had stared into her private parts only the night before. Now he hardly looked in her direction.
“Must I do it right away?” she asked.
“Why do you ask? Have you something more pressing to do?” he asked, turning around to face her.
“I wanted to bring the house in order just in case you get an unannounced visitor.”
He smiled.
“How long will it take to do all that?”
“Probably two hours.”
“As long as the paintings are catalogued by the end of the week,” he replied. “And by the way, we’re going to New York City next month.”
“Are you having an exhibition there?”
“Yes,” he said as he went about his business.
“Should I prepare something for lunch?”
“You know I never eat lunch,” he said in a dismissive tone.
* * * *
Order was restored in the Seamus Balsam household, and Summer called from the second floor to announce her return, but she had to make a quick dash back to the first floor, because someone was ringing the doorbell. She opened it and came face-to-face with Rachel.
“Good morning,” she said. “I have a twelve o’clock appointment with Seamus.”
“Come on in.”
“Is he in the studio?” the young girl asked.
“Yes, I’ll tell him you’re here.”
“No need to do that. I know my way,” she said, sidestepping Summer and walking briskly toward the stairs.
Summer followed, and the two women entered the room together.
“Hello, Seamus,” Rachel purred.
“Did we have an appointment today?” he asked, barely acknowledging her presence.
“Yes we do. You said I should come around midday.”
“Well since you’re here, we might as well put the finishing touches to the painting.”
She moved over to a daybed, all the while staring at Summer.
“Go ahead and get undressed,” he said to her, and to Summer he said, “You can use this computer.”
The young girl seemed annoyed that she would be sitting completely nude in front of a stranger, but Summer went about her tasks completely ignoring them both. She moved from painting to painting, numbering each on the back and putting the information into the computer.
